Blurb：
In the opulent world of Jezelworth, the richest woman Abby Davidson—infamous as the Black Widow—sets her sights on Wallace Bourn. But Marshall Bourn, the adopted son, steps into a deadly game of revenge. Reborn after a tragic past, Marshall agrees to marry the cold-hearted Abby, sending Wallace to guard a mysterious safe under his father’s grave. With secrets swirling around Olivia Bourn, Conrad Bourn, and a life of betrayal, Marshall navigates a web of greed and vengeance. Will he survive Abby’s cruelty and uncover the truth behind her parents’ accident? Dive into a tale of dark romance, family drama, and shocking twists.
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The richest woman in all of Jezelworth, Abby Davidson, was determined to marry my brother, Wallace Bourn.
Everyone called Abby the Black Widow, a cold-hearted woman who would do anything to get what she wanted. Anyone who married her was doomed to meet a tragic end.
Wallace turned pale with fear, but I pulled him aside and said quietly, “I’ll marry her in your place. But you have to stay in the countryside and guard my father’s safe under his grave for three years. You can’t open it before then.”
He thought the safe held a massive fortune. Grinning like a fool, he agreed without hesitation.
Watching his greedy face, I couldn’t help but laugh coldly inside.
He’d better be ready for this. I couldn’t wait to see if he could manage the “surprise” he’d find inside!
Chapter 1
“I’m sorry, Marshall,” my mother Olivia Bourn said, her voice trembling, “but we have no choice. We can’t afford to offend the Davidsons.”
She pressed a handkerchief to the corner of her eye, pretending to be heartbroken. Watching her fake tears made my stomach twist.
Everyone in Jezelworth knew who Abby Davidson wasshe was practically the queen of the city. Half a year ago, an accident left her legs injured. Since then, she had become even colder and crueler, like a living devil.
And the man she wanted to marry was none other than Wallace Bourn, the heir of the Bourns.
But now, instead of Wallace, I was being pushed forward to take his place.
I was the Bourns’ adopted son, the “fake heir”, so I was offered as a sacrifice.
Wallace stood nearby, unable to hide the smug smile tugging at his lips.
A lawyer’s voice cut through the silence. “Mr. Marshall, once you sign this agreement, you’ll officially become Ms. Davidson’s husband. As compensation, the Bourns will pay you a generous sum.”
I lifted my head and looked at the three faces in front of me. I had seen this exact scene before.
In my last life, I had clenched my fists and asked them why, tears burning in my eyes. All I got in return was Olivia’s sharp, icy reply.
“You should be grateful, you useless boy! Marrying Ms. Davidson is the best thing that’ll ever happen to you. Don’t you dare act like you’re too good for it!”
After that, they drugged me and sent me to Abby’s mansion, where she treated me like dirt.
Later, I learned the truth. Abby had wanted to marry Wallace because she suspected the Bourns were behind the accident that had injured her and killed her parents.
She planned to marry the son of her enemy to torture him slowly and lure out the true culprit.
But the Bourns couldn’t bear to sacrifice their real son. So they sent me, the imposter, instead.
Abby’s plan fell apart, and all the rage and contempt she had bottled up exploded right at me.
In that vast, luxurious hall, she lifted my chin with her cane, her eyes so cold that I could hardly breathe.
“Did Olivia send you here to insult me?” she spat. “Tell herthe game has just begun.”
I died in the second winter after marrying Abby. I had lost my mind by then, and one snowy night, I ran out of the mansion and got hit by a car.
My soul hovered above the ground as I watched Abby stand beside my body for a long, long time. There was no satisfaction on her face, only a deep, heavy sadness.
Meanwhile, the Bourns thrived with the wealth they had stolen from my father.
That burning hatred was what brought me back. I was reborn on the day they forced me to sign that cursed agreement.
“Fine,” I said, my voice steady. “I’ll sign.”
I picked up the pen and signed my name, Marshall Bourn. My handwriting was calm and firm.
The three of them froze, staring at me in disbelief. They probably thought I would argue, or maybe break down in tears.
Olivia blinked in surprise before her expression shifted into cold satisfaction. The fake smile on my stepfather, Conrad Bourn, grew wider.
Only Wallace looked unsettled, his smugness fading into wariness and suspicion.
After signing, I stood up and turned toward him.
“As we agreed, you’ll go back to the countryside and keep watch over my father’s grave for three years. Don’t forget.”
“What kind of trick are you playing?” he asked, stepping back.
I smiled lightly. “You’ve always wondered why my so-called poor father managed to leave me that old villa, haven’t you?”
Wallace’s pupils shrank. That had always eaten away at him.
My real father, Will Hampton, had been a legend in business until his untimely death. Olivia stole everything he left behind and told everyone he’d been a broke scholar, while I was just a penniless kid from the countryside.
Only that old villa was still in my name.
She thought it was worthless. But later, when the land got marked for redevelopment, she regretted it deeply.
Pretending to be secretive, I leaned close to Wallace’s ear and whispered, “The truth is, my dad wasn’t just anyone. He was the CEO of Hampton Corporation. And the safe buried under his grave? It’s filled with bearer bonds he hid for emergencies. They’re worth a fortune!”
Chapter 2
“Bearer bonds?” Wallace’s breathing quickened in an instant.
“The thing is” I paused and sighed, as if disappointed. “Those bonds have a three-year lock-in period. You can’t cash them until they mature. And you know how my dad washe was super particular about tradition. Before he died, he said his grave couldn’t be touched unless a direct family member stayed there for three years to honor him. Otherwise, it would bring bad luck.”
Wallace’s eyes gleamed with excitement.
Honor the man for three years, and he’d get a fortune beyond imagination.
He looked at me as if I were the world’s biggest fool. I was sitting on a mountain of gold, only to hand it away with my own two hands.
I lowered my eyes and said softly to Wallace, “I’m about to marry Ms. Davidson. Who knows what’ll happen to me once I’m there?”
My tone grew heavy. “That money won’t be safe with me. We’re brothers, sothink of it as my gift to you.”
The wariness in his eyes disappeared completely, replaced by pure, burning greed.
“Don’t worry, Marshall,” he said, patting my shoulder in a show of fake affection. “I’ll take good care of that money for you. And when you join the Davidsons You’ll need to learn to be patient.”
That very afternoon, Wallace packed his bags and headed for the countryside, saying he was going to watch over my father’s grave.
Olivia and Conrad didn’t really get it, but they couldn’t change his mind, so they let him go. After all, in their eyes, what could possibly be valuable about some old grave in the middle of nowhere?
I stood by the upstairs window, watching Wallace’s car disappear down the road, and a faint smile curved on my lips.
There was something inside that safebut it wasn’t some priceless set of bonds.
It was my real birth certificate and the evidence my father had left behind to prove Olivia’s financial crimes.
In my last life, I had almost gotten my hands on them. But before I could, they forced me to marry Abby, and my plan for revenge fell apart.
This time, I’d let that fool guard the evidence for me.
Once I dealt with Abby, I’d bring everything to light.
A week later, Abby and I got our marriage certificate, and the Davidsons sent a car to bring me to her mansion.
The housekeeper opened the car door and gestured for me to come in, her expression completely blank.
“Ms. Davidson is waiting for you upstairs in her study.”
I nodded and followed behind her.
The first time I had come here, my palms were sweating, and I’d been careful with every step I took. But now, walking through that familiar hallway, my heart was calm.
The study door opened, and there she wasAbby.
She wore a perfectly tailored long dress and sat in a wheelchair, a soft cashmere blanket covering her lap.
Sunlight poured through the tall windows, but it couldn’t reach the chill in her eyes.
“So, you’re Olivia’s son?” she asked flatly, her voice sharp and controlled.
“Yes,” I answered evenly.
She finally looked directly at me, her gaze full of contempt.
“Don’t think I don’t know you’re just a substitute,” she said. “I actually thought she’d send me her precious darling instead.”
I stayed silent, simply watching her.
Her weakness and her injuries were all fake.
In my past life, I had fallen for her act. I thought she was a poor, broken woman. I tried to treat her gently, thinking kindness could melt her coldness.
What I got in return was humiliation, worse than anything I’d imagined.
“Get out,” she said impatiently, waving her hand. “I don’t want to see you. You’re an eyesore.”
That was our wedding night.
Exactly like before.
But this time, I didn’t panic. I didn’t even look away from her cold stare.
Outside the door, the housekeeper and a few maids stood watching from a distance, their eyes filled with quiet sympathy.
Chapter 3
I didn’t back down or say anything, just looked at Abby as if I was studying her.
Her impatience turned to icy anger. “You’re not afraid of me?”
My calmness, to her, was like a challenge. Why would a pawn sent to be played with, a sacrifice pushed to the slaughter, act so steadily?
Next, I heard the soft thud of the cashmere blanket sliding to the floor.
She braced the armrests of the wheelchair, and her body tightened. Then, with a harsh sound of fabric, she stood up from the wheelchair!
The weak, sick act she used to wear was torn away by her own hands.
Faced with her tall and strong frame, I suddenly felt as if the room was closing in on me.
As she walked toward me, I stepped back without thinking.
“Who gave you the right to look at me like that?”
Before she finished, her long, strong hand shot out and clamped my throat like lightning.
I felt the air cut off, and my face turned red from lack of oxygen. I was forced to lift my head and meet her eyes full of murder.
“What trick is Olivia playing this time?” she snarled.
The choking pain was nearly killing me, but I knew this was my only chance. Begging would only make her despise me more.
I pushed what energy I had into my voice and forced out a few broken words. “Ms. Davidson Your legsgot bettersix months agodidn’t they?”
The moment the words left me, I felt her hand on my throat freeze.
The violent look in her eyes vanished in shock and then turned into a colder, more dangerous calm.
“Who the hell are you?” she demanded.
She did not let go and instead tightened her grip even more. My sight started to blur.
But I knew I had guessed right.
After a moment, she released me.
I collapsed to the floor and leaned on the door frame while coughing hard, drinking the air as if it were a prize.
Abby sat back down in the wheelchair. For a moment, it was as if the standing woman had been an illusion.
She still stared at me, but the killing intent had changed into doubt and curiosity.
“How did you know?” she asked.
“I actually know more than that,” I answered.
I pushed myself up slowly and looked her in the eye.
“I know you faked your disability to make your real enemy let her guard down. I also know the enemy is Olivia, the one who sent me to you.”
Abby’s pupils shrank.
“We are meant to be allies, Ms. Davidson,” I said.
My throat still hurt, and my voice was rough.
“Olivia stole my father’s fortune. She switched me with the child of our housekeeper and used me as a throwaway, sending me to you to die. She’s also the person who planned the car crash that killed your parents.”
A dead silence filled the study.
I laid out the truth I had pieced together from my past life, plus the clues I had tricked out of Wallace this time. I told her everything at once.
“So, there are no bonds inside my father’s safe. In it is proof of Olivia’s crimes and my birth certificate. I gave them to Wallace for now. He’s guarding them at the old family house in the country. And you must have the old investigation files on the crash. All the evidence ties back to one person.”
“Olivia!” Abby spat the name through clenched teeth. Her hands on the wheelchair armrests dug so hard that the nails almost bit into her skin.
The storm of shock and pain in her eyes could not be hidden any longer. It turned into a flood of hatred.
She had thought she was the lone hunter. She did not expect that the prey she picked would be another avenger.
At that moment, her personal phone on the desk rang loudly.
The caller ID showed Olivia.
A flash of cold light went through Abby’s eyes. She hit the speaker button.
Olivia’s voice came through, sickeningly sweet. “Is this Ms. Davidson?”
Abby did not speak. She tapped the table with her fingertip.
Olivia sounded a little nervous and tried to laugh it off. “I wanted to check on Marshall. Is he settling in okay? He has always been quiet. I hope he’s not troubling you.”
“He’s busy.” Abby finally spoke, holding in her anger. “He’s doing his duty as my husband.”
Those words sounded extremely suggestive. Olivia’s breath froze, and then she let out a leering laugh. “Haha, that’s good. You young people sure are energetic.”
She quickly showed her true plan. “Ms. Davidson, can I, um, talk to Marshall alone for a moment? After all, a mother worries.”
She thought Abby couldn’t hear her if she talked to me directly. Abby’s lips curled with mockery, and she handed the phone to me without turning off the speaker.
I took the phone calmly and said, “Hey, Mom.”
“Oh, Marshall!” Olivia’s voice changed the second she heard me. Her nastier side came out. “Wallace has his eye on a project and needs a little money. You are Ms. Davidson’s husband now. Put in a good word for us and see if she will slip out a little help. We are family, after all. She should help.”
Her voice was low and bossy.
“And don’t forget Conrad’s birthday. Get him a good present. Don’t make people think you forgot where you came from after marrying into the Davidsons. Don’t embarrass the Bourns!”
Before I could answer, Conrad grabbed the phone and barked at me, his voice sharp and loud.
“Marshall! Don’t play dead! Did you hear your mother? Make Abby give the Bourns 100 millionno, 200 million! That amount is nothing to her! And get me that Porsche 911 I saw last week! Don’t think you’re somebody now after marrying the Davidsons. You’re just taking Wallace’s place! He’s the real eldest son of the Bourns! Everything you have is from us. It’s time to pay us back!”
Right then, a loud crash rang out.
Abby snatched the phone from me and slammed it against the wall. The screen shattered, and the case bent. That expensive custom phone became a pile of costly trash.
Olivia and Conrad’s voices stopped, and the study returned to silence.
Abby lifted her head slowly. Her eyes were full of red veins and fierce killing intent.
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